i am an enigma
The Blue Jay sings, like it does every morning. Its ballad being of service in a multitude of ways; effortlessly gracing ignorant ears with tunes soaked in hope and a new morrow.
By don paul6 years ago in Poets
1. When I say that I love you I mean that on somedays my heart will hold hands with your smile and play hopscotch on the crumbling concrete